hey um...you haven't updated this blog since September. Hope you're okay...
also, i understand that requests are closed, but I wonder if you can do a Questism fic regarding Sikyung? (bcuz i love your Yugeom one)
Ah... I'm sorry for not posting fanfiction for that long, I've had a few problems and issues all this time, even now. And you can req to me if my req is closed, I don't mind it, and give me details about your req. Thank You.
I hope you enjoy this fic, and I'm sorry🙏
You gritted your teeth as your trainer tried to attack you, you quickly deflected his fist. You screamed in frustration when the man you called your teacher kept throwing attacks, you could only parry or block the man's attacks.
"Come on! You called yourself a fighter before, but what's this?" he scoffed, "Come on, sweet child, you are so violent in the boxing ring, why don't you want to punch your teacher in return?" He was about to land his fist on your face, but you will still be able to ward it off; this time you ward it off harshly. It kinda provoked your emotion.
"You're the one who's provoke the lion."
And finaly, you landed a punch on his stomach, but that wasn't strong enough. He just chuckled, and shook his head. Then you sat down, he was walking to picked up his bottle. "That's not like you usually do, what's wrong?" he asked.
You only shrugged, you won't answering him since he was asking you 3 days ago, you were never answering that one question. Never.
"I'm hungry," you stood up, "I want to have lunch with myself, only me."
The man glanced at you, "Wait, just yourself?" he raised a brow, "You can have a date if you want too, so don't keep it as secret if you have a boy behind your back." he smiled.
"What? No, I'll have my lunch just with myself, not with a boy or whatever." you barked at his words, and he just stood there and smiled.
"So," you looked at the red haired boy, "Why did you drag me into this alley, huh?" you glared at him. You were about to going back to your house, but a red haired boy—who had a name, Ryu Sikyung—dragged you to the dark alley this lovely evening.
He pulled out his candy, then he got closer to your face. "A fighter, huh? Sounds good, and plus you're a girl. Interesting." he commented, you just looked at him flatly as he commented you.
"Hey, kid." You sighed, "I have to go home, there's no time to play around with snotty brats like you. Fuck off," you gave him a disatisfied look on your face. But it didn't work, he was still stood there.
'What the fuck is he thinking right now?!' You wanted to kicked him so badly, but you won't do that since you didn't want to hurt a high schooler boy.
He grinned, "How could you forget the boy next door, unnie?"
Your eyes rounded, you weren't believed this boy in front of you was Ryu Sikyung, the neighbor who used to often invite you to play with his friends. And now, he wasn't short like before, but he was tall. He was tall as fuck, you even had to look up a little to looked at him.
"What? Does unnie not like seeing me?" Sikyung snickered, "It's been a long time, isn't it, you're already an adult? Even if you're a short fighter." he said, mocked you.
An imaginary crossroad appeared on the right side of your forehead, you restrained yourself from punching him in the face with your right hand. You folded your arms in front of your chest, "Well, it's been a while. The last time we saw each other was when I was in middle school." you said calmly, still cool
You looked outside the alley, then Sikyung smiled. You looked at him again, “What?” you hissed fiercely, "I'm going to lunch. Are you coming, kid?" You offered with a little sarcasm.
"Is that okay?" Sikyung grinned.
"Shut up, just go with it."
You dragged him to come with you, you just smiled faintly at him. Didn't expect that you would meet your little friend in the middle of the day.
You and Sikyung ate at a fairly well-known traditional Korean restaurant, you ordered meat and juice for yourself while Sikyung chose regular water. And you were the one who pay the bill later.
You cut the meat, "You still can't stand wasabi, Sikyung?" you taunted, chuckling.
"Unnie, I'm not a kid anymore, I'm in high school."
"And I'm in college. You're still a kid in my eyes."
You and Sikyung shared stories, you told about your daily life as a young female boxing athlete and also a student majoring in Korean literature.
"I heard you're going to America for your competition, unnie." said Sikyung.
You nodded, "Yes, I'm going to America. In another month," you replied.
Sikyung smiled broadly at you, "Then, I will cheer for you and accompany you while you are still in Korea. I will cheer for you too when you go to America later."
You smiled, "Okay, I will be more enthusiastic because of you."
A/N: Idk but I'll make a part 2 maybe. Maybe.
